I wake with fear
Sweat dripping down my face
My fear turns to astonishment
As I realize that
I am not alone
Death
In all his darkness
Hovers near me like a shroud
I could smell his sweet
Yet repulsive stench
laced with streaks of
Rotting flesh
I can feel my heartbeat quicken
Death? For me?
How in the world did I become so lucky?
As I shook with excitment
I watched his gaze go from my eyes
Towards my chest
My soul began to ache for him
Aching for the sweet satisfaction
Of release
The only release in this world that could be tainted with such
Sweetness
The final release from life itself
I watch as he crosses the room and
Leans over me
I watch as his hands work their magic
His fingers dipping into the deep pools of
My sanity
Making rivers of pleasure seep down my face
I begin to shake
Shame dripping from my pores
Shame of all the things that I couldn't
Or wouldn't do
In this lifetime
Shame for all the regrets I've had and
Shame for all the mistakes I've made
Though the shame pierces
My cry of delight
I shudder against him as
I begin to realize the truth
I am dying
I did not know that death would feel this way
I close my eyes
Pictures of yesterday flicker thought my mind
With each passing memory
I begin to feel content
For I have finally seen what my life was
A life full of challanges
sadness
dispair
But most of all
I saw happiness
And complete, undeniable joy
I am happy to see those memories go
Death smiles at me
And pulls me up into his arms
Tears of joy stream down my face
As my soul begins to surrender to him
Suddently
The smell of death begins to melt away
I feel the undeniable weight of life
Return to my shoulders and
I feel eternity slip through my fingers
I can feel deaths lips find my ear
His hot breath tickling my skin
As he whispers ever so sweetly
"Not yet"
Air fills my longs as I
Open my eyes
The morning sun is beginning to Show
Through my window
Sending delicate ribbons of
Red light into my room
I breath in another breath of air
Slowly
Savoring the taste of life
The taste of my heartbeat
The taste of my soul
I look down onto the other side of my bed
A smile crosses my face
As I notice a single
Blood red rose
Having been laid
Ever so gently
Onto the face of the pillow
I pick it up and bring it to my nose
A faint hint of his scent
Laces the damp smell of the rose
I lay down with the rose still
Lifted to my nose
I breath out a sigh as I
Think to myself that
I do hope to see him again
Soon...
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Hey everyone!! This poem was actually inspired by a dream I had. I hope that you all enjoyed it and remember to VOTE COMMENT and what not!
